[ oda trails off as he continues wiping off water and blood alike, his gaze set on the wound...but not really that focused. as if his mind was elsewhere.
eventually, he sets the towel on the table, reaching for the bandages. ]
To have such close relationships...I'm a little envious.
[ oda stares for a couple seconds, unsure of what to make of that or how to respond. could shang quinghua be saying this only to make him feel better? oda doubts it-- this man is simply too kind.
too kind for someone like him.
he sighs and begins to roll the bandages around his leg, a solemn look on his face. ]
I...don't think I deserve a comparison like that. Maybe Mouri but...not me.
[ he blinks. this man, does that loneliness stem from some sort of personal conflict? sincerely, shang qinghua replies: ]
Why not? I remember a mission in my youth where my two sect brothers fought ceaselessly, even when we were in danger. Compared to that, our experience today was very good.
[ oda grits his teeth as he continues to bandage himself. the tension, however, has nothing to do with the pain in his leg or the aching pain in his whole body— it’s a dull pain in his heart, as shang qinghua’s kindness stabs into him like the knives that fell at the trial. ]
Though I haven’t killed anyone here... I’m still a murderer. I’m not someone you want to associate yourself with.
[ with nothing to occupy his hands, all he can do is clasp his right with his left. it's better than wringing them—that might send oda the wrong message. ]
More than anyone else here, I've seen you grieve the lives lost to the great gods' contest. Why wouldn't I want to associate with someone who values life this much?
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[ he takes the towel to wipe the water and blood. ]
It must still be difficult to be a leader.
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It's nothing that I can't handle with my sect brothers and sisters by my side. When you work together, you can achieve great things.
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[ oda trails off as he continues wiping off water and blood alike, his gaze set on the wound...but not really that focused. as if his mind was elsewhere.
eventually, he sets the towel on the table, reaching for the bandages. ]
To have such close relationships...I'm a little envious.
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Sir?
[ a penny for your thoughts? ]
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Huh?
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This afternoon, when we investigated the east wing, it felt as though I was a chief disciple working beside my sect brothers again.
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[ oda stares for a couple seconds, unsure of what to make of that or how to respond. could shang quinghua be saying this only to make him feel better? oda doubts it-- this man is simply too kind.
too kind for someone like him.
he sighs and begins to roll the bandages around his leg, a solemn look on his face. ]
I...don't think I deserve a comparison like that. Maybe Mouri but...not me.
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Why not? I remember a mission in my youth where my two sect brothers fought ceaselessly, even when we were in danger. Compared to that, our experience today was very good.
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[ oda grits his teeth as he continues to bandage himself. the tension, however, has nothing to do with the pain in his leg or the aching pain in his whole body— it’s a dull pain in his heart, as shang qinghua’s kindness stabs into him like the knives that fell at the trial. ]
Though I haven’t killed anyone here... I’m still a murderer. I’m not someone you want to associate yourself with.
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More than anyone else here, I've seen you grieve the lives lost to the great gods' contest. Why wouldn't I want to associate with someone who values life this much?